Deborah Conway and Dorland Bray   You weren't the first to send me red roses   And you weren't the first to give me away   I'm not the only one to have my fingers burnt   But that was a one-way conversation and you got the final word   Forget-me-nots forgotten   White roses   Regrets and promises collide   I'm still flying the flag for you   Blue heart red eyes and white roses   It's true   Lovers swap red roses but white ones from you   Spell the end of everything fine   Yellow roses are for jealously but you   Don't send me them   You send the ones that say we're through   You weren't to know that something was making me blue   Keeping all the sunshine away   You said forever and I took you at your word   White roses make a lie of everything I've heard